Mack 10 - Foe Life Lyrics

Mack 10 you know you rule hip-hop and
Ice Cube you know you rule hip-hop and
Mack 10 you know you rule hip-hop and
Wait a minute, that ain't how the West Coast rock, nigga
Damn (yeah)

Fo' life
West Side

Mack 10
Nutty as they come, leave 'em face down (uh)
And numb from the waist down
It's a Sunday, a gun day, rollin' down a one way
In my 'Lac, front and back over train tracks
On yak and herb, nigga swerve
It gets on my nerves
Banked my Danas on the curb
In the gutta lane, I'm butta man
Foot to the floor, what you want from the sto'? (Sto')
I'm broke as a mothafucka, nigga, buy my single
Comin' from Ingle' (Foe Life) is my jingle
Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
But niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
Fool, I'm a vet you can bet (what?)
That I can dance underwater and not get wet (yeah)
It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap (yeah, yeah)
Everybody run when I bust a cap (what?)
Puttin' Inglewood up on the map (that's right)
Look at what I do when I pulls my strap (boom)
Bust two rounds and niggas about to clown
Bitch, hit the silent alarm, it's goin' down

Fo' life, fo' life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes
Fo' life, fo' life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes (uh)

Khaki suit ski mask is my attire (what else?)
With my luck, cut my Chucks on the barbed wire
Fool, where you keep the rims and tires? (Fool)
'Fore yo' life expires, I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
Didn't think about the Rottweiler
A lot of stiches in the ass, blood in the Impala (oh, shit)
Sittin' in the county with a gold record
Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked (yeah)
Caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand
"Your Honor I'm a changed man"
So please let me go so I can flow
Got a show had to ask the P.O., "Can I go?" (What?)
And if she say no I'ma have to say, "Bitch, get out the car slow
And leave your fuckin' dough"
'Cause a nigga gotta eat, fuck the world (fuck 'em)
Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Fo' life, fo' life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes
Fo' life, fo' life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes (yeah)

Call 911, there's a son of a bitch on the roof
Yarned up in his birthday suit
(Mack 10 to the rescue)
My momma wanna know why I do what I do (why?)
'Cause I'm superman, super bad, super mad, superfly (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fool, you can die
There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
And I'm at home sewing stripes on (that's right)
'Cause I'm a General and you's a stowaway (yeah, yeah)
About to buck you down with this throw away
With no serial numbers it's the summer
Where niggas die it's hotter than July
You better stay low 'fore you get a halo (and)
Plus wings and a gown when I come around (nigga)
So take ten paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces

Fo' life, fo' life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes
Fo' life, fo' life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes (yeah, yeah, huh)
Fo' life, fo' life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes (shit, yeah)
Fo' life, fo' life
Mack 10 bailin' through the hood with stripes (that's right)

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